Weary of straying, greatly I sit on a remote diner and order a sundae. Entranced, I bask and reckon;
Those tiny blokes with neckties in gelid offices, confer you revolutions and umbrage. I saw the elm, vortex,
The years of quiet knowledge cultivation, Alone, the madness amplification, Born of a disconnected from reality, And gone haywire, big imagination...
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